| Well they fought the yelling rebels back
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| From the fort up on the hill
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| Fought them off with pick and axe
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| Brother what I’m telling you is real
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| They spilled a lot of blood up there
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| But in the end there we’re standing up on Edge hill
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| They settled in and settled down
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| Stuck together and made a town up on that hill
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| Hard work pays the working man
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| And the good times roll when he can pay the bills
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| And they built houses made of limestone
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| Up on Edge hill
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| Up on edge hill
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| Up on edge hill
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| This life on earth won’t last
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| But your spirit will
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| Time rolls along
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| No it don’t stand still
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| You can see for miles and miles
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| Up on Edge hill
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| There were doctors and lawyers and journeymen that
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| Hung their shingles out on that hill
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| On Saturday night they’d all be at Cotton’s
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| Dancin' drinkin' and raisin' hell
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| Then get up and go to church on Sunday morning
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| Up on Edge hill
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| The govt. |
| fought and closed the stores
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| To build the interstate though that hill
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| Then torn some houses down
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| And close off some streets
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| But that just made it easier to steal |
| But their still sitting there on there front porches
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| Looking out at what’s left of Edge hill |